One night I woke up crying in the lane behind the house Clothes were wet and steaming by the time I figured it out You didn't die in the fire, it was the flood that carried you from me And the embers of your house still glowing Make it hard to sleep It's hard to breathe There's not much room to go more crazy A flaming sword above my head for all of you to see Beware my girl, beware Beware my girl, beware of these memories and what is real, what is real I walk this world forever in a dream Or is this the land of the living Or is this your way to tell me that I couldn't save you I couldn't save you